Apathy - Most Murderous Music Freestyle lyrics
[Apathy - Most Murderous Music Freestyle lyrics]
Yo this has gotta be the
Most murderous music made
Till they start selling albums that are
Packaged with a live grenade
Plus dirty hypodermic needles filled
Up with AIDS a whole bottle full of pills
And a box of razorblades
Floods and plagues and biblical rapture
Y’all are pitiful
I’m poison to a typical rapper
Take it literal
I litter the ground with bones
Like a pagan ritual
A bloodbath, let me paint the visual
Body after body I’m legendary for tossing
In more mass graves than cemeteries in Boston
I spit for an hour, I rip and devour
And melt rappers like I threw the
Wicked Witch in the shower
Pump your fist to the power
Rip down your radio tower
I’m a dickhead that got your
Bitch addicted to powder
Stage dive into the crowd just
To get the fans louder (Louder)
We more famous in New
England than clam chowder
They say I’m evil well tell
Em there’s more to come
I’m Megatron, Shredder, and Skeletor in one
I mumble like Mumm-Ra the
Spells of the undead
To summon the crack fiends, the hookers
And dustheads
It’s like the end of the world and Ap’s Moses
A priest who poses with a dozen black roses
Gimme the loot motherfucker bring Biggie back
You ain’t an innovator
You’re a faggot that piggybacks
You feel the force of
Your fragile nose shattering
I’m safer than the Pope in
The Vatican dope trafficking
With a DARE shirt telling
Kids yes shoot heroin
It’ll put some hair on your chest
I’m a monster
Closet is stocked with rocket launchers
Shotties and the bodies of my AA sponsors
That’s why you hear the rifle
Shots at our concerts
We bosses like Michael Scott in the Office
I keep bitches in check cause my pimp hand
Is bigger than a hamburger helper man
Man it’s critical to give credit
Nothing less than incredible
Impress predecessors then they place
You on a pedestal
Spit ridiculous shit or shit’ll get ridiculed
You MCs should dive in empty swimming pools
Cause half of the time they spend half of
Their rhymes saying they back on the grind
That’s so predictable
Fuck a movement, spit for the DJs
Stop saying shit is a movie, it’s so cliche
You got one hot song with no replay
Value on an album is so wack these days
And you wonder why the fans never cop nothing
Frustrated every time you drop something
Maybe you should stop imitating Lil’
Wayne, Kanye, and Drake
You straight cocksucking
That’s why our true fans still fuck with us
In love with us
We like an inhaler for asthma sufferers
And that’s why these little
Hoes keep fucking us my dick dangle long as
The nose on Snuffleupagus
Have I led you astray yet?
Ap is the safest bet
I stay on point like a bayonet
I build monsters in my laboratory
They massive and gory
Then sit back and bask in the glory, fucker
Most murderous music made
Till they start selling albums that are
Packaged with a live grenade
Plus dirty hypodermic needles filled
Up with AIDS a whole bottle full of pills
And a box of razorblades
Floods and plagues and biblical rapture
Y’all are pitiful
I’m poison to a typical rapper
Take it literal
I litter the ground with bones
Like a pagan ritual
A bloodbath, let me paint the visual
Body after body I’m legendary for tossing
In more mass graves than cemeteries in Boston
I spit for an hour, I rip and devour
And melt rappers like I threw the
Wicked Witch in the shower
Pump your fist to the power
Rip down your radio tower
I’m a dickhead that got your
Bitch addicted to powder
Stage dive into the crowd just
To get the fans louder (Louder)
We more famous in New
England than clam chowder
They say I’m evil well tell
Em there’s more to come
I’m Megatron, Shredder, and Skeletor in one
I mumble like Mumm-Ra the
Spells of the undead
To summon the crack fiends, the hookers
And dustheads
It’s like the end of the world and Ap’s Moses
A priest who poses with a dozen black roses
Gimme the loot motherfucker bring Biggie back
You ain’t an innovator
You’re a faggot that piggybacks
You feel the force of
Your fragile nose shattering
I’m safer than the Pope in
The Vatican dope trafficking
With a DARE shirt telling
Kids yes shoot heroin
It’ll put some hair on your chest
I’m a monster
Closet is stocked with rocket launchers
Shotties and the bodies of my AA sponsors
That’s why you hear the rifle
Shots at our concerts
We bosses like Michael Scott in the Office
I keep bitches in check cause my pimp hand
Is bigger than a hamburger helper man
Man it’s critical to give credit
Nothing less than incredible
Impress predecessors then they place
You on a pedestal
Spit ridiculous shit or shit’ll get ridiculed
You MCs should dive in empty swimming pools
Cause half of the time they spend half of
Their rhymes saying they back on the grind
That’s so predictable
Fuck a movement, spit for the DJs
Stop saying shit is a movie, it’s so cliche
You got one hot song with no replay
Value on an album is so wack these days
And you wonder why the fans never cop nothing
Frustrated every time you drop something
Maybe you should stop imitating Lil’
Wayne, Kanye, and Drake
You straight cocksucking
That’s why our true fans still fuck with us
In love with us
We like an inhaler for asthma sufferers
And that’s why these little
Hoes keep fucking us my dick dangle long as
The nose on Snuffleupagus
Have I led you astray yet?
Ap is the safest bet
I stay on point like a bayonet
I build monsters in my laboratory
They massive and gory
Then sit back and bask in the glory, fucker